NaPoWriMo Poem # 16 Lover's Gratitude

Lover's Gratitude  

you inspired my heart
to dream a little bigger
then ever imagined

dancing in your footsteps
leaping bounds reaching far stars
on giants shoulders

singing loud a song
of sweet tender gratitude
honoring our love

_________________________




Still trying to catch up! Hoping to be back on regular schedule soon. This week has been challenging but great, so I am grateful for all the excitement. Hugs!

NaPoWriMo Poem # 15 The Truck Driver

The Truck Driver

Wheels racing
pulling loads
setting a quick pace
......wishing I was home

Crowded stops
same fast food
alone at the table
.....wishing I was home

Snow chains
hot summer days
moving along
......wishing I was home

Missing all
important days
childrens hugs and kisses
.....wishing I was home.


Today, we were prompted to write a poem about work. Considering that we own a small truck driving company, I wanted to use the opportunity to write about the sacrifice that truck drivers make, staying away from home, often times for weeks before seeing their children and spouses, to bring us the goods that we take for granted.


Blessed Be!

NaPoWriMo - Poem # 14 Untitled

Untitled

exploding clouds smoke
penetrating painful silence
frozen disbelief



I had a hard time writing yesterday. No words could describe the sadness and horror felt as we watched the coverage of the Boston "terror attack".
May the Goddess bless those whom are injured, and may those who lost their lives find rest in her arms.


Blessed Be!

NaPoWriMo Poem # 13 Night Sky

Night Sky

serene summer nights
darkness broken by the sliver shiver of the moon
carrying my dreams to you
resting in its glow
dreamy eyes turn heavy in the late hour
I allow my heart to fly afar
merging with you amongst sparkling stars





I was looking at a few poems about the moon this evening, and ran across a particular beautiful one by Ben Johnson. It is called "Queen and Huntress"

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep
Seated in thy silver chair
State in wonted manner keep


Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.

Earth, let not thy envious shade
Dare itself to interpose;
Cynthia's shining orb was made
Heaven to clear when day did close:


Bless us then with wished sight,
Goddess excellently bright.

Lay thy bow of pearl apart
And thy crystal-shining quiver;
Give unto the flying hart
Space to breathe, how short soever:

Thou that mak'st a day of night,
Goddess excellently bright"

Wishing you all a wonderful night!

NaPoWriMo Poem # 12 Theater

Theater                                                    

Chairs
empty still
energy rising quietly
the room fills
slowly


Quiet
exited whispers
echoing against the curtain
red velvet separation
reveals


Actors
heartbeat skips
as the story calls my name
mesmerized I merge
with the stage


Reading screenplays as well as running across a poem and a few quotes from my hero, the greatest in film making, Charlie Chaplin, this poem emerged. I love the theater, and I deeply love cinema, with a great respect for those who brought forth great stories in flesh. Older movies, brilliant productions without the tricks of the trade, that are now available, still have their timeless appeal, and me firmly under their spell. So do some of the new ones, whom with the creative geniuses that make up the film industry, have mesmerized and gifted me and my family with hours of entertainment.
Just like I could not imagine my life without books, I could not imagine my life without the Theater and Film.

Blessed Be!

NaPoWriMo Poem # 11 - Run Away With Me

Run Away With Me

do take me with you
not leaving behind my only
chance of escaping

the hopeless mornings
drifting into another
I pray you hear me

Lover, I dare to
jump into the new waters
taking us away far

experiencing
new dawn, brighter ever more
embracing our love

content in another life


I had no idea what form I was going to use on this poem, neither had I decided upon today's topic, while having a few ideas dancing around my head all day, finally this poem of desperation and love took form. It is written in a chain of haiku, framed by the headline and a closing line - which seemed naturally frame the story it holds within.
I am not sure where the picture was taken, it was marked as "Bay"  - if you recognize the place or you are the original owner of the picture, let me now and I will take it down.

Blessed Be!

NaPoWriMo Poem # 10 - Death

Death

final hours of life come
not the end but transition
new beginnings rise


In Tarot, death does not mean the absolute end of everything, nor necessarily physical death, but the end of a phase and/or situation that allows the possibility of a new beginning, a new start toward another phase in life.
 In my faith, physical death also is not the end, but a re-merging with the energy of the Universe, entering a place of total awareness while waiting for the right time to re-merge into a physical experience.
In the last few weeks Death in many forms, some physical some in many other aspect,s has made its presence in my life, but never without the promise of anew situations and experiences. While death and the transition it causes are not comfortable, the opening it leaves behind can be a step closer to where we want to be in the journey of our soul in its many existence.
Not to fear death, but to embrace it as a part of life, is the message I would like to share with you today. Nothing is eternally fixed, only the fact that change is always present, is.

Blessed Be!

P.S. The image is from "The Legacy of the Divine Tarot" by Ciro Machetti, and it is the tarot set that I primarily work with (for a shameless plug, if you would like a free reading - 3 cards - leave me a message in the comment section and I will get back to you)

NaPoWriMo Poem # 9 I Am Weeping

I Am Weeping......


I am weeping....
for the children with stolen futures
torn homes and hearts, hungry


I am weeping....
for all the animals killed senselessly
pure entertainment for the sick

I am weeping....
for the trees suffering needlessly
broken down to make space for greed

I am weeping....
hoping that my tears merging with yours
will fill rivers and oceans

I will be weeping....
until we finally change for the better.

This poem was inspired today by the picture of a politician next to an elephant he had just taken down. My heart breaks each and every time I see such senseless killing, and it makes me wonder where our humanity has gone. Too many times do I hear about hunger, environmental destruction, abuse, killing and murder of people and animals. Sometimes my tears are hidden inward, other times I feel like screaming for those who do not have a voice.
May you never be one of these whom I cry for, and may you never be the cause of our weeping.

Goddess blessings!

NaPoWriMo Poem # 8 K-9

K-9

Companion
tried and true
found behind the bars
of a pound
... devotion


Love
bonded connection
happiness licking my face
through tears
.... gratitude


Grief
letting go
your life too short
heart aching
.... Goodbye


I am a dog lover, very much attached to my two rescues. As writing companions they inspire me often, such as in this moment with my cinquain poem "K-9". Although their live is short, their love is bigger then their little, and sometimes not so little bodies. Unconditional devotion, if they are treated right, is a gift they give without hesitation and much more freely then humans do.
Let me inspire you to rescue a dog (or a cat if you are inclined) from your local human society, or if you can not donate what you can spare to their cause. As they give freely, we should give as well.

Blessed Be!

NaPoWriMo : Poem # 7 Transformation

Transformation

poetic transformation
dances through pages flowing
faster and faster
thunderstorm of uncut words
in truest form of expression
soul center emerging through the light


This poem is a Tanka, another form of japanese poetry, that is restricted by syllables per line, which is 5-7-5-7-7 . Basically it is an extended haiku, with two extra lines of 7 syllables.
Still inspired by the images of thunderstorms, and their power - maybe this is related to the fascination and connection I feel to the deity Donar (Thor) of my ancestors -  I chose the image of his counterpart in Japanese mythology,  God Raijin, which is besides the God of Thunder also the God of Agriculture. He is often seen with drums surrounding him (the sounds of the thunder). He is an original Shinto God, also known as kaminari.

NaPoWriMo - Poem #6 Sorrow

Sorrow  

rain pounding the window
thrashing light penetrating
cold silent tears


Rather in heavy mood today, reflecting upon the tears and sadness of my friends, this haiku is darker then what I have written so far for NaPoWriMo. Sometimes sorrow has its place, as it can be cleansing as a summer storm, the lightning burning away which is no longer needed, and the cleansing nature of the rain making space for a new day, a better day.


Blessings

NaPoWriMo - Poem 5 Loving Mother

                                  Loving Mother  

                                      kindness
                                benevolent love
                 protectress of those in your care
                         tenderness and ultimate
                                   compassion


This poem was inspired by my connection to the Mother Goddess, in her form of Kuan Yin, the Goddess of Compassion. The poem is written in the form of cinquain.


Have a blessed day!

National Poetry Writing Month - # 4 Secrets

Secrets

Green trees calling for me
to seek their silence.
Giants holding within
       Secrets
revealed
only told to those
whom are willing to listen

Are you hearing the sounds beyond
the rumbling of every day
     emerging
in the depth of their leafy embrace

     get lost in silence
to find yourself - again



This poem was inspired by a few very well taken images of various forests I came across this morning. I have always been drawn to spend time within these giants, growing up walking through their canopy, in Southern Germany, where places to roam within them where abundant.
Even now the view out of my glassed in porch are those of strong oak trees after which our neighborhood is named.

Blessings!

NaPoWriMo - # 3 The Old Ways

Haiku - The Old Ways    

not lost are the old
our ways hidden in shadows
but never gone far







In this Haiku I wanted to honor my spiritual path, as a Pagan Witch. The connection to the Old Ways of healing, magick, and reverence of nature, via ritual and practice has been an integral part of my life.


Blessings

NaPoWriMo - Poem #2

Untitled

Across the valley
The crows cry their sleepy songs
Why part ways so soon?






This is my second poem for the National Poetry Month. The picture I chose for this haiku is from Anderson Valley, Lazy Creek Vineyards to be exact, located in northern California.

NaPoWriMo - The Beginning

Writer's Block

stumbling amongst giants
words powerful, swift
smoothness on page after page
emotion following another
through scenes that speak to the center
I rise,
only to sit in front of the empty screen
staring back, blinking
waiting to be filled with the same passion
shared when giants speak
 - nothing